Chapter 9

Rhys arrived at the café twelve minutes early. I had already taken a table beside the window. From there, I could see the entrance, the street, and the security camera above the register. The ultrasound photograph rested inside my bag. Beside it were the pages I had spent half the night writing. Rhys wore the dark coat I gave him two Christmases earlier. He carried no flowers. No gift. No ring. When he entered, his eyes found me immediately. "May I sit?" I nodded. He placed his phone...